Only time separates us! In loving memory of a child united with Jesus....

How beautiful you are, and in shadow you shone like the stars now in glory and perfection you reflect the image of Jesus, how beautiful and perfect you must be! I am so proud of you and my love is never vacant. The measure increases, the heart is accepting, but my soul does insist on you and remembers wholly your precious smile. Your voice I hear in my heart but I desire to hear with ear once more, to touch the smooth features of your face but takes place in my dreams. Life still gifts me though my treasure is now with another, I anxiously await the still silent end of day that I may sleep and visit with you once more. I still call your name but you don't answer, I set your place but you never arrive, I see your possessions lay untouched and I reminisce. But these things now am I lessoned with though my soul still longs and mourns. My tears will always be heaven sent, may they be acceptable prayers, many prayers have I laid before God's throne over you and my grief does not yet abandon me.....Tomorrow my child I seek to deliver again my sorrow but I hold onto the knowledge in faith that only time does separate us! I need not worry nor do I want for this life only to please Him and seek His Salvation, that we all may attend together the almighty feast and celebration of all the Kingdoms children!


In death will I rejoice as you have, to see the Lord in Glory and I to behold not only His glorious face but also yours. Until then my sweet your family sends love, we laugh and rejoice over you, though also we cry and demand you once more to revisit and partake your place in our earthen sojourn.
Missing Paul..... 15-Feb-1993 - 28-Nov-2006
 

Rinaldo

Silver Faced...

Silver faced she watches over us, at times narrowed eclipse. Heaven sent guiding our paths, she leads the seasons and influences our planet. King tides loom the oceans, they roar with rage and swell as she navigates with compelling tow. Full, new and crescent moons splendid us with images of seduction. . . You launch our seasons bringing festival and celebration, we masquerade about on your behalf with dance and song like the ancients. Our fill of contemplation under moonlit skies fulfil the age of our discontent, you ladden us with mournful shadow. Oh ageless moon aware of us, quietly at your post in adorning starry blanket, depths of crater have wounded your soul and visions of faint constellations embrace. All the whilst our secrets are kept, the past you've witnessed are vile observations but shared deep within, not a word is spoken. Golden rises and pale dusted sets, your face always beholding sweet earth whilst quaint revolving's on horizons doth shimmer. Tomorrow night farewell's this stage, your face will once again grace earth, and we, kissed by your eternal glow. Farewell crescent moon the seasons end comes and your glory hides but for a moment...soon will we reacquaint! Soon we will be together ...goodnight.

Seething Droplets!

The droplets seethe as they plummet, leaving behind the fullness of their weight from the heavenly embodiments of water. Pools floating in cotton apparel fueled by gusts and gathered collectively as vapour. Exodus on the horizons of grey mirth, rolling in with thunderous atmosphere. Enlightening displays of power and static, strikes of power blaze towards earth. Mesmeric plumes of ancient tempests blow fiercely towards terra firma, wild beasts scatter, clanging doors slam shut in the quickened breezes as disorientation hits man. Cluttered exits and broken down machines line the black lengths of darkened highways, all the whilst nature takes its course. Nonchalant the wave of reckless hydrogenated cloud bursts forth over city and plain releasing its brunt to the parched landscape. Tossed umbrella, soaking sheets of water sweep across roads carrying the children home. Suddenly light breaks through as the sky reappears, last minute drops evacuate the heavens...all is hushed torrents continue down drains and gutters. Stepped into puddles resound and drenched clinging fabrics are worn on the lengthy journey home. Sunlight and rays brighter than ever reflect the droplets everywhere and catch eyes startling their gaze. Flash as the recent wash covered windows reflect blazing sun images on passing by traffic. Streets swish as wheels roll through the residue, but lastly heat restores peace to chaos as the last droplets resume their position high above earth, vacuumed up and nestle back into pools adrift, floating!

A Father's Heart...

With the given heart of guardianship and responsibility over a child, is difficult in the natural to watch quietly as they struggle with life as they are battered by life's storms along with peers and authoritive figures to which they have been entrusted by me to be loved and upheld without my full heart for my child. To equip them with the necessary skills of life then watch them take the brunt of the crashing waves of ridicule and torments, of misfortune and error and then in hope, watch them swim to safety and survive, is the hardest place for me to be. My place is at their side to protect from all that may ail them and from those things that may have an unnatural or unwarranted influence upon them, but to see them stand alone and fight against the tides of confusion, of belittlement and demoralisation from the responsive authority and then to hopefully hone skills of obedience and love with an attitude of respect is a desperate clutch on optimism.

My child seeks the protection of my wisdom and knowledge let alone the comfort of my heart to encourage and defend. But all hope and trust is given to those custodians of my child when I am unable to be there with them or to stand in their stead, making sure they neither stumble nor are transgressed. The love of a parent goes beyond self and life but rather to the death would one freely sacrifice their own, for this is the heart of one that has held and nurtured life and would dare not see it destroyed, but would willingly preserve it at all cost, to the death of self.
The Father heart goes extraordinarily beyond that of will and desire and gives ALL for the defenseless, for the weak, for the delicate. For love out weighs all and all becomes irrelevant when dealing with the purest of loves, the love of the devoted Father. His love is selfless and definitive and overlooks errancy with an outpouring of tremendous mercy and resilient grace.
For the human father his weakness is unequivocally the possession of a tender young child filled with such reflected love and devotion and the hope that the child will fulfill all their years with fortitude.

For God His strength is the knowledge that He has sacrificed ALL for His creation already! His very own son.....that we're now able to fulfil His desires in power and blessings Eternally!

Talents....

The talents that we behold present themselves when we desire the capacity to create. After all we are modeled and built on a design by the master creator who has allowed us to be genius. We have a mind that calculates, a heart that is passionate and a spirit that is connected to extraordinary and unlimited innovation.

Man has perpetually divined the boundless thoughts and imaginations of heart to birth extraordinary conceptualisations. We were created to create!We have the genes and blueprint DNA of God and it is in our humanity to be productively innovative. Look throughout history and the benevolent creations of mankind, from fire through to the space shuttle in orbit. Where does it end?  but only in death does any one single man quench the flame of innovation. The gifts bestowed from God on mankind are to equip and to build one another into a people of love, of encouragement and of unison, but talents are to be genius for the wonderment, the pleasure and advance of mankind. It's in our very nature to create, to produce and to inspire, for God himself has created all things and desires us also to inhabit and bring about glory and majesty to the earth and His name!
Our potential is not reliant on our own futile ineptness but upon the power of God's ability and full potential which inhabits every human being.
To compose a song or to instruct an orchestra, to arrange words that capture every emotion of the soul or to paint canvas with color and infuse upon it a reflected vision is not a chanced materialization but a miraculous accomplishment and wonderment of scope which belongs to God.

Forgo the inhibitions of self and explore the exhibits of your inner man, unleash the multitudes of creative wealth from the depths of your mind, your heart and soul....after all God is our author and finisher!